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PEARL OF THE 
ANTHRACITE 




By ZURAH McCAMLY 



PUBLISHED BY 

ZURAH McCAMLY 

HONESDALE, PA. 






M 27 1918 »«^ 



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^ ^\'^^^\'^ PEARL OF THE ANTHRACITE. 

When the iiiooiibeanis are sliining-^ 
^ All thru the sliack-s of nio-hf, 

Then my heart it is pinin,<>-, 

For the city gay and bright, 
When the dew drops are falling, 

I can see their gleaming light, 
In my dreams I hear you calling, 

Pearl of the Anthracite. 

Chorus: 

Pearl of the Anthracite, 

You were ever kind and true, 

With your eyes clear and bright. 

My heart still clings to you. 

When I roamed thru the woodland, 

You charmed me with delight, 

And I smiled at your command. 

Pearl of the Anthracite. 

When I roamed thru the woodland. 

My heart was gay and bright, 
You were so proud and grand, 

Amongst the fields green and bright, 
When the shadows are falling, 

I gaze on the pleasant sight. 
In my dreams I hear you calling. 

Pearl of the Anthracite. 



I DON'T LIKE TO STAY HOME ON MONDAY. 

On Monday I like to roam, 

This is our washing day, 
If I should stay at home, 

There's the deuce to pay. 
My wife will do no cooking. 

She says I'm in the way, 
<*. Then I will go out spooking, 

I'm feeling blue today. 

Chorus: 

I don't like to stay at home on Monday, 

My wife is feeling blue. 
This is her wash day, 

I guess I'll skidoo, 
My life is full of troubles, 

For, the cafe I am bound. 
And there I'll blow my bubbles. 

When wash day comes around. 

I washed her best silk dress. 

When she was called away, 
I made such a dirty mess. 

She gave me rats next day, 
Things was in such a hurdle, 

I had no word to say. 
It makes my blood run curdle. 

On every 'washing dav. 



YOURS TRULY MISTER DOOLEY. 

My love Avrote me a letter, 

And sealed it with a kiss, 
He said he loved me better. 

Than any other pretty Miss, 
For you have been kind and true, 

My own dear little sis, 
Since I gave my heart to j^ou, 

I long- to hear you say this: 

Chorus: 

Yours truly. Mister Dooley, 

Mister Dooley Do, 
Won't you take me by the hand, 

And we '11 roam along the sand. 
For the SAveetest moments I ever knew. 

When you whisper words of love, 
And the moon shines from above, 

Oh, Mister Dooley, Dooley, Dooley, Do. 

He calls me sweet butter fly. 

Once a fairy bright and gay, 
With my wand I ruled the sky, 

And smiled my heart away, 
And amid the sky of blue, 

'er my heart you will sway, 
For your wand draws it to you, 

And I long to hear you say: 



IT WAS JUST LIKE HIM. 

A cliiim of mine tlie other day, 

Came to me and did say, 
AVon't yon lend me some dongii. 

So I can pay what I OAve, 
For I am in the swim, 

Tiie hmdhidy wants her pay, 
Or she won't let me stay — 

It was jnst like him. 

Chorus : 

It was just like him. 

He wonld borrow all yonr cash. 
And leave yon in the hash. 

For the money that I lent, 
I never got a cent, 

For he went and got drnnk. 
Till he didn't have a pnnk, 

It was just like liim. 

Now what are yon going to do. 

When your clinm comes to yon, 
And tells his tale of woe. 

If yon hand him out the dough, 
And he leaves you in the swim, 

Just give yourself a kick. 
Or hit you with a brick. 

It was just like him. 



'HOOLIGAN'S HONEYMOON. 

When () 'Hooligan went a-courting, 

All the folks in town, 
They would come out to greet him, 

Whene'er he Avonld come down, 
They all came out to g-reet him, 

He was chief of all the clan. 
As he passed by the people cry, 

Make way for () 'Hooligan. 

When () 'Hooligan he got married, 

He sang and j)layed a tune, 
He spent the day in a jolly way. 

While on his honeymoon, " 
He wore a bou(|uet on his coat, 

He was such a handsome man, 
They all declare there is none so fair. 

As Mister () 'Hooligan. 

AVhen () 'Hooligan he got married, 

The band came down to play, 
And all the folks that tarried. 

Came out to spend the da}^. 
There was singing and dancing 

While the band played a tune. 
They kissed the bride till she cried, 

At O 'Hooligan 's honevmoon. 



SUNBEAM. 

When the shades of night are falling, 

(hi a far and distant plain, 
A chief on his love was calling. 

As she sang a sweet refrain, 
Thrn the dark and dreary night. 

Came this chieftain bold and gay. 
By the fire's glowing light. 

Whispering low she heard him say: 

Chorus: 

Won't yon be my snnbeam. 

And drive awa}^ my care, 
There is lovelight in yonr gleam, 

My snnbeam bright and fair, 
Tho ' clonds may fill the sky. 

Still there's snnshine in yonr eye, 
My gay, bright snnbeam. 

Now his heart is sad and weary. 

As the clonds go flitting b}^. 
And he longs for his deary, 

With the lovelight in her eye. 
At night he oft is dreaming. 

On his mossy cot he lies, 
On his brow the air is streaming. 

Seems to mingle with his sighs. 



THE PAPER ON THE WALL. 

Til ere is a little shanty, 

Way down on H()i»'an street, 
Where the lasses they are plenty, 

The yjlace is hard to beat, 
They're full of charms and graces. 

When their lovers make a call, 
W^itli a smile on their faces. 

Like the paper on the wall. 

Chorus: 

Like the j^aper on the wall. 

You look so neat and trim, 

They say with a smile, 
It's the proper style, 

You are a dandy Jim. 

We went strolling- one morning. 

In the moon's gleaming light, 
We stayed till the dawning, 

It was a pleasant sight. 
She smiles on me so sweetly. 

Whene'er I make a call. 
She curls her hair so neatly. 

Like the paper on the wall. 

I went down town one evening. 

There was a fancy ball, 
I stopped to get some clothing, 

The clothes were all too small, 
I got fit out so nicely, 

Suit, overcoat and all, 
By Joe it fit me so, 

Like the y)aper on the wall. 



WHITE CLOUDS. 

It is the i>olden summer, 

My friends all smile on me, 
But in the i>-loom of winter. 

Their smile turns to sympatliy. 
When the sun is sliinini>', 

Your friends will then prove true 
And in the midst of adversity, 

May some one care for you. 

Chorus: 

When the white clouds are tiying. 

And the shadows go flitting' by. 
Soon the sun will be shining. 

Its beams now fill the sky. 
Then my heart will know no sadness. 

When the shadows flee away. 
And the sun of gladness. 

Gleams brightly on my way. 

AVhen the clouds of silver lining. 

From your path fade away. 
There is still some loveliglit shining, 

Brigliter than the gleams of day, 
Wealth and beauty soon may vanish, 

Lilve the rainbow fi-om the sky. 
And pleasure it may banish, 

But the lovelight never dies. 



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In the bloom of life's spring time, 

Tliere's a lovelight hidden there. 
Waiting for the golden sunbeam. 

To claim the one most fair. 
In life's dreary winter. 

Still tlie lovelight glows as bright, 
As in the merry spring time, 

Tlio the locks are snowv white. 



MY SOLDIER LADY. 

Many are tlie i>Taii(l bold liei'oes, 

Xoblo deeds tliey liave done, 
But tlie love of right and duty, 

Is taui>lit by mother to the son, 
'TAvas she who early taug'ht me, 

And how my heart did yearn. 
In the cause of right to be. 

And the wrong to spurn. 

Chorus: 

She is my soldier lady, 

Tho'?she never went to w^ar, 
With me she fights life 's weary battle, 

Tho it tries her true heart sore, 
And when I am sad and wearj^, 

And dark clouds my heart does blight, 
With fond hope she will cheer me, 

In the battle for the right. 

Many are the grand bold ladies, 

Nobly for truth they stand. 
In the cause of right and justice, 

They Avill lend a helping hand, 
On the battle field you'll find her, 

With fond love dear life to save, 
In our hearts we will bind her, 

With the true and brave. 



BY THE FLOW OF THE SILVERY DYBERRY. 

When tlie moon shines bright, 

On a warm summer night, 
A cahn lies o 'er hill and prairie, 

I sit and dream by the babbling stream, 
The charm like the wand of a fairy, 

Fills my heart with delight, 
With visions pure and bright. 

By the floAv of the Silvery Dyberry. 

Chorus: 

By the flow of the Silvery Dyberry, 

I sit and dream of you Mary, 
Your sweet face gleams. 

Like the bright sunbeams, 
Your cheeks are red like a cherry, 

'er the hills of Wayne, 
In fancy I roam once again. 

By the flow of the Silvery Dyberry. 

The stream wends its way. 

Thru meadoAvs bright and gay, 
The birds in the tree sing so merry. 

The green fields teem in the bright sunbeam. 
With robes fresh and fair like a fairy. 

While the chime of the breeze. 
Is ringing tliru the trees. 

By the flow of the Silvery Dyberry. 



ON THE WOODLAND HILLS OF WAYNE. 

When the warm suiiniier breeze, 

Sighs h^w throug'h the trees, 
And turns to gold the fields of grain, 

When the sweet fragrant air. 
Greets the morning bright and fair. 

And thru the sky of blue. 
The sunbeams smile kind and true. 

On the woodland hills of Wayne. 

Chorus : 

On Wayne's woodland hills. 

My heart with rapture thrills, 
Wliere waves the golden grain, 

Wliere the maple and the beech, 
In a silent way of speech. 

Whispers to the murmuring breezt , 
As it sighs among the leaves. 

On the woodland hills of Wayne. 

When at night oft I dream, 

In the bright moonlight gleam. 
In fancy I roam o 'er tlie plain. 

When amid the charming scene. 
On the woodclad hills of green. 

Sounds the song from above, 
Thrills my heart with joy and love, 

On the woodland hills of Wayne. 



LITTLE JOHNNY HORNER. 

All alone back hi the corner, 

Back of the Christmas tree, 
There all day long' sat Johnny Horner, 

As hax)py as ho conld be. 
In his hand he held a jjlnni. 

He was so cute to see. 
And he stuck up his thumb, 

He said this is a treat for me. 

Chorus: 

Litte Jolinny Horner lived on the corner. 

Of an eastside tenement, 
If he didn't have a crumb. 

He was sure to have a plum. 
If it took his last red cent. 

And all that he would buy, 
AVas plum pudding- and plum pie. 

Little Johnny Horner, 

He spied there on the table, 

A nice fresh Christmas pie. 
He went and told Jiis sister Mable, 

He began to weep and cry. 
Just you wait till I am grown, 

I'll buy some plums you see, 
And I'll eat them alone, 

You can't come and share with me. 



SCHOOLMATES. 

We were schoolmates you and I, 
In the (lays h^ng since gone by, 

Not a care or sorrow did we know, 
In the oh I grai^e vine swing, 

There the robins used to sing, 

In the ha^jpy days h:>ng ago. 

T]ie birds are singing sweet and clear. 
In the woodland Maggie dear. 

Where we passed so many hapjjy hours. 
But the gardens wliicli we made, 

Are all ruined and decayed. 

And grown o'er with Howers. 

'Round the place there's many a change, 
And the faces all seem strange. 

And all the loved ones are gone. 

But the tree which bears your name, 

Waves its branches just the same, 

And the birds sing that same old sono*. 



ONLY A BUNCH OF ROSES. 

It's only a bunch of roses, 

And a hallow 'round it clings, 
Tho 'tis fading" fast away. 

It fond recollection brings, 
'Tis ever dear to my heart. 

The fondest treasure once so fair 
And from it I ne'er will part, 

'Twas a loving mother's care. 

Chorus: 

Oh, mother dear, what made you leave me, 

In this wide world to roam. 
With no one to love and protect me. 

Without friends and without home. 
Still your counsel it shall guide me. 

For it cheer and comfort gave, 
And near my heart I'll wear this token, 

'Tis a bunch of roses from mother's grave. 

'Tis a token of fond affection. 

And it brings to me the jj^st. 
When she called me to her side. 

And her dear hand I clasped. 
She told me how she loved me. 

And to me these words did say, 
May the angels guide you ever. 

To that city far away. 



ROUGH RIDERS CHARGE. 

When the Yankee boys had hinded, 

In the cause of human right, 
They all joined hands and gaily sang, 

There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight. 
While the starry banner waves, 

O'er the sailors of the Maine 
And the noble spirit of the brave 

Calls us to the strife again. 

Chorus: 

We will all join in the chorus, 

And sing with all our might. 
There '11 be a hot time in the old town tonight, 

80 we'll rally round the flag boys, 
Rally once again. 

Shouting the battle-cry. 
Remember the Maine. 

W^lien the merry drums were beating. 

And the Spanish came in sight, 
This word passed along the line. 

There '11 be a hot time in the old town tonight. 
When Teddy gave the omen. 

And our comrades knew the jjlan. 
Put to rout the haughty foeman, 

( )n the hill of San Juan. 



DOWN IN THE SHADY BOWER. 

Down in tlie sliridy bower, 

Where the violets grow. 
To me it's sweetest flower, 

That I ever did know, 
S|)reading- its frangrance o'er me, 

Gleaming all the day long. 
Smiling sweetly npon me, 

When twilight has gone. 

Chorus: 

Down in the shady bower. 

Those days I'll never forget. 
When in my arms I held von, 

Sweet Violet. 
Tho' the flowers have faded. 

Yet you're as fair I know. 
As you were in tlie sunny hour, 

In tlu' da3''s of long ngo. 

Down in tlie sluuly boA\'er, 

The birds are singing their song, 
And the brook in tlie meadow, 

Still keeps flowing along. 
Ah, those were the happiest hours, 

That ever I did know, 
Down in the shady bower. 

Where the violets ^row. 



THE MAN BEHIND THE PLOW. 

If brier and thorn were a ban of scorn, 

No longer tlie ban is known, 
He toils not in vain, lie reaps ai>ain. 

That which he has sown, 
With joy and niirtli he tills tlie earth. 

No care shall fill his brow. 
No more tlie ban shall trouble man. 

The man behind the plow. 

While the world rolls 'round, and man is found, 

While earth and time shall endure. 
There '11 be bread for all both great and small, 

For the harvest is sure. 
The earth shall ne'er cease to yield her increase, 

And firm shall be the vow. 
First the spear, then the ear. 

The man behind the jjIoav. 

No time to mo|)e, just toil and hope. 

Keep jour heart from growing cold. 
For seed will grow from what you sow, 

And yieid a hundred fold, 
Tho sown A\^itli fear he reaps with cheer. 

With a smile upon his brow, 
He sits in his door Avith goodly store. 

The man behind the ploAV. 



ON THE BANKS OF THE SUSQUEHANNA, 
FAR AWAY. 

Oft I Avandor in my dream, 

Down by that flowing- stream, 
Amid the snii shine bright and gay, 

And my heart with rapture thrills, 
As I roam those vales and hills. 

On the banks of the Susquehanna, far away. 

The birds are singing as of yore, 

Before the kitchen door. 
The flowers bloom bright and gay. 

And I listen to the breeze, 
As it sighs amongst the leaves, 

On the banks of the Susquehanna, far away 

'Tis the place I loved so well. 

When at home I used to dwell. 
When we were haj^py, young and gay. 

Then our hearts were filled with cheer, 
With out friends and kindred dear. 

On the banks of the Susquehanna, far away. 



MEDITATION. 

x^t close of (lay I sit and ponder, 

And fond meni'ry seems to roam, 
Back to by-gone days I wander, 

And my dear old happy home. 
The dearest place in all creation, 

Its SAveet shrine I Jiold in view, 
While I sit in meditation, 

I am thinking, love, of you. 

Chorus: 

Thinking, thinking, love of you. 

And tlie days gone by. 
Thinking, thinking, love of you, 

W;:v}n the stars are in the skv. 
In my heart there comes a feeling. 

Now I wish I only knew. 
For love comes o 'er me stealing. 

And seals my heart for you. 

When at iiiglit all my toil is over. 

In my dreams I often roam. 
Over hills, thro fields of clover. 

In my dear old happy home. 
My mother's face thru all creation. 

Smiles on me so kind and true, 
AVhile I sit in meditation, 

I am thinking, love, of you. 



IN BEAUTIFUL WYOMING. 

In (lays of old when warriors bold, 

Thru the forest were roaming, 
And the signal fire bright, 

Shone on the mountain height, 
In the twilight gloaming, 

Bnt the braves roam no more. 
As they did in the days of yore. 

In beautiful Wyoming. 

Chorus. 

In Wyoming we '11 go roaming. 

When the moon o'er the hill is peeping. 
And the story we will tell. 

How the heroes fought and fell, 
Where the brave are sleeping. 

And our hearts beat ever true. 
For the red, white and blue. 

In beautiful Wyoming. 

When the shijj of state a\ itli heroes great. 

Thru the valley came roaming. 
And the pledge of freedom gave, 

To the Pilgrims true and brave. 
By the Avaters foaming, 

And their hearts Avere filled Avith fear, 
For the ones they loA^ed so dear. 

In beautiful Wyoming. 



COON TAKE CARE. 

My love is a loyal coon, 

We sit and coo by the moon, 
His love for me won't fade, 

Every night he comes to spoon, 
AVith this gay and dusky maid. 

Should he kiss his lady love, 
AVlien the moon looks down from above, 

I Avill not elude but tell this coon: 

Chorus: 

Coon take care, how do you dare, 

Steal my heart away, 
You may call me honey. 

If yon got the money. 
Kiss me and take your jjay. 

If he asked for my hand, 

And his love for me Avould tell, 
If he has got the sand, 

He can have my heart as well. 
If he took me in his arms. 

In the kind and loving way, 
I would not cry out in alarm. 

But put my hand in his and say: 



IN THE SWEET, SWEET OVER THERE. 

Darling ^ve shall ne'er grow weary, 

We shall never know a care, 
And onr hearts will ne'er grow dreary, 

In onr home bright and fair, 
We will smile like the snnbeams. 

And fragrance fill the air. 
In the land where all love gleams. 

In the sweet, sweet over there. 

Chorus : 

In the sweet, sweet over there, 

We'll forget all onr care. 
And smile like the snnbeam. 

On the golden stair. 
In yonr heart will shine the love gleam. 

Like a jewel bright and fair. 
Stealing o 'er me like a fair dream. 

In the sweet, sweet over there. 

Yonder where the light is gleaming. 

Like a jewel bright and fair. 
And its rays are e'er streaming. 

There is no dark clond there. 
All will be joy and snnshine. 

And gladness fill the air. 
We will love my sweet love mine. 

In the sweet, sweet over there. 



THERE'LL BE SOMETHING DOING OVER THERE. 

Over the toi), we '11 give tliem a pop, 

When we get over, over there, 
We will make them do the flop, 

Along the line over there, 
We will take them by the pants. 

When we get over to France, 
They Avon't know where to stop. 

When we get over the top. 

Chorus. 

Over the top we will not stop, 

Wlien we get over, over there. 
When the Sammies begin to pop. 

There '11 be something doing over there, 
Come Sammie get yonr gun. 

We will pnt them on the run. 
We wdll get on them the drop, 

When we get over the top. 

Over the top, we'll give them a whop, 

W^lien we get over, over there. 
We will make them do the hop, 

When Ave get busy over there, 
They Avill think something broke loose. 

When the Sammies raise the deuce, 
We Avill whack them over the chop. 

When we get over the top. 



DOWN ON THE FARM. 

When the sun shines o 'er the dell, 

You can hear the tinkling bell, 
As it rings out in merry charm, 

In the meadow green and bright. 
The quail is calling bob white, 

And from far o'er the plain. 
There comes the sweet refrain, 

Far awa}^ down on the farm. 

Chorus. 

When the sun shines o'er the dell. 

You can hear the tinkling bell. 
As it echoes out in merry cliarm, 

Tlie herd is grazing on the hill, 
Where flows the ripling rill. 

And thru the fields of grain. 
You can hear the sweet refrain, 

'Tink-adink, down oh the farm. 

When the sun fades o 'er the hill, | 

You can hear the whip-poor-will 
And the owl cries out in alarm, ' I 

In the hedge thru the thicket, 
Chirps the Katy did and cricket, "^'^ ' 

And life is like a dream. 
Bright in the gay sunbeam, 

I'ar away, doAvn on the farm. • ; 



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